March 11, 2013

Subway.

Colette notices things on the subway. People - definitely people. Still waving and blowing kisses all over the underground world. Still pointing at her person before waving or blowing the kiss: choosing them first.

Still hanging upside down like a bat to snack (still in disbelief that her French father allowed her to snack on a piece of bread in a public place outside of snack/meal time), to see the bench across the car, the people. Just a different angle, you know.

Yesterday, she found a red light. It illuminated when the subway doors opened at stops; it went off when they closed. She kept insistently pointing with her little finger and finally we realized that she had caught sight of that red light down at the very end of the car we were in.